He paused before Felix. “Well,” he demanded defensively, “what else can we do?”
“That’s what I’d like to know,” said Felix. He laid down his cigar, looked at it with disapproval and lighted one of his own cigarettes.
“Is it—is it all over between you?” asked Rose-Ann’s father softly and rather timidly, looking down at Felix.
“It looks very much that way,” said Felix gloomily.
“I was afraid so,” said Rose-Ann’s father sadly, “I was afraid so.”
He walked away, puffing out fierce clouds of smoke.
“It’s my fault,” said Felix.
“Mm—yes—yes,” said Rose-Ann’s father from the other side of the room where he had halted with his back to Felix. “Yes, I shouldn’t wonder.”
“I was unfaithful to her,” said Felix doggedly.
“Yes, yes,” said Rose-Ann’s father hastily from his corner. “That can happen, too. Women are—they drive you to it.”